Just when I think I got enuff
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there u go & here I go getting more stuff
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no time like the present time to put it in this bag of mine
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ring it up & help a girl out
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ain't that what credits all about
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just when I think I don't need no more
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I take it home and stash it in my bottom drawer
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With my worries and regrets, my frets, my old cigarettes
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fillin up the bags of empty promises you left
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there'll be no room for my broken heart
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the pieces you tore apart
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everyone knows what money cant buy
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but it sure can dry these eyes
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How much for happiness
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I'll chase the bliss
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I'll be the best consumerist
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I'll break the bank
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Till I get fixed
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Fill my holes
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My empty soul with STUFF!
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Workin up a sweat with everything I gotta get
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The thrill is so immediate buy one get one for less
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Take the bait accumulate
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Don't hesitate the trends wont wait
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Preyin on the lonely
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consumption like its holy
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then there's validation, symbolism
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television, hypnotism
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late night infomercialism
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hook line sink commercialism
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I been low before but if I have mo' maybe I wont be so low
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Oh oh
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there'll be no room for my broken heart
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the pieces you tore apart
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& everyone knows what money cant buy
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but it sure can dry these eyes
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More & more
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than I had bargained for
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wish I could buy you at the store
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forgot to get a brand new heart
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get back in line to fill my cart wit STUFF!
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I'm walkin out the door
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To go and get my fill
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instead of cryin 'bout ya out my windowsill
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And yes I know I don't need
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one more pair of shoes
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But their frickin cute and thanks to you
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I still got the blues
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Stuff
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| Nikka Costa |
